The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 118

“I never imagined you could be so cute. This is all new for me too, I was eighteen when I last had a boyfriend and I never exactly had a steady or normal relationship.” I smile down at him and stroke my fingertips across his ruffled hair.

“Uh-uh.” He covers my mouth with his palm in a flash move so I almost jump at the sudden contact. “You were an untouched virgin who’s never had a single boyfriend in her life, lived like a nun.” He moves over me so he’s hovering above my head. “I was your first everything and will be your last everything, too.” The wicked look in his eyes doesn’t fully cover that tiny hint of seriousness and I pull his hand off my mouth. Amused at this flash of jealous.

“So, it’s okay for you to have been a man-whore, but I’m a pure untouched maiden?” I laugh at him, shaking my head.

“I was a virgin too; all those girls were just all smoke and mirrors. I was keeping myself for you.” He grins and nuzzles my neck, pushing me back into the mess of pillows.

“Of course, they were, I totally believe you.” I shift under him so I can slide my legs open to accommodate him and move them around his waist a little more easily, he settles on his elbows, coming down to watch my face.

“Completely true story. Scouts honor.” His face turns serious and he frowns at me a little. “It’s just us, the past doesn’t matter, it never existed before this moment.” He sighs, eyes focused on mine. The hint of a little frown showing just how serious he is in this moment even while being playful.

“Nope … You can erase the past if you like, but not from this point! Reverse to last night on the dance floor and anything before then can get the giant push. I’m keeping that memory forever.” I slide my arms around his neck, so I can pull him closer, the warmth of his breath fluttering across my naked cleavage and igniting desires I thought we exhausted.

“Actually, I think I may want to keep the hotel floor memory. It maybe wasn’t our happy start, but it was something I never want to forget.” He nudges my nose with his as though asking if I agree and I don’t have to hesitate.

“Fine. If we’re picking and choosing memories, then I’m keeping the boat kiss.” I lower my brows to show I mean business and narrow my eyes at him pointedly.

“Yeah, I want to keep that too, just not everything in between that and the hotel fuck.” He quirks an eyebrow and there’s a cheeky glint in his eye, but I can only sigh.

“Please do not refer to what we do as that.” I roll my eyes, cringing at his constant use of the F word.

“As what? Fucking? Why not?” He laughs at me animatedly.

“Because it’s a vulgar word and makes this sound so … So. Sordid!”

“I like fucking you.” He sucks a small area of neck and my toes curl in response despite trying to tell him off.

“Ruining the moment.” I mutter flatly.

“Making love? Having sex … What about screwing?” he murmurs while distracting me with gentle nibbles heading south.

“Hmmm, yes, yes and no. Equally crass.” I close my eyes at the feel of his breath running down my neck, igniting tingles and shivers through every part of me.

“Jesus, Emma, there has to be some sordidness to our … Making love.” He sits up and looks me in the eye, halting his progress abruptly.

“See, there you go. Such a good boyfriend.” I smile up at him, patting him on the head like a puppy and he shimmies his groin into mine suggestively pulling a giggle from me.

“Easy to train, great! I feel so proud. Can we now go back to my previous subject? You know, now that’s all cleared up.” He slides his hands around my wrists and pulls my arms over my head to pin them down gently.

“You want to take me on a date?” I reply with two raised eyebrows and wiggle to get comfy in this pose.

“No … Dates are all I’ve done for years, empty pointless things. I want to take you out. Something meaningful, I don’t want to call it a date, that seems so far removed from how I feel, from what I think we have.” He’s behaving so unsurely, like a nervous teen again, it only makes him more appealing.